There were a couple shotguns at the wedding. They were mostly because my father and uncle hoped to bag a deer on the ranch (it wasn't allowed by the owners, unfortunately), but they were there.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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If you were married in Texas, that doesn't supprise me none at all.... I do miss Texas.

Yep. Got married on a ranch down near Eldorado. They were surprised we wanted to get married on a ranch and still rent it for the entire weekend. We looked at it as $2500 for wedding venue (including chairs and crap), reception venue (including barbecue pit, rooms for all the kin traveling down, mini honeymoon (still haven't gotten my real one) and a mini vacation for everyone involved and said "hell yes!"

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I thought it was when you bent over.
Nah, we're running with it. The way we're doing it, I'm getting more "honeymoon" than anyone ever. Every time we go on vacation, it's "part of our honeymoon."

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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Thats pretty sweet.... part of the "joy" of living on a small farm are those ball and chains called critters.... so we don't get away very often..... good thing I enjoy livin in the sticks! Every day is a vacation!